High Priestess

2.1

December 1977

A year and a half, Stevie has been married to Mick for a year and a half. Her life with Mick hasn't necessarily cracked up the way she thought it would. While the money is still flowing, her bank account has about 25 million dollars in it, nothing has progressed in the instance of Divinity and the tensions have risen between the friend group. Minnie and Richard are fed up and are ready to head back to San Fran, much like Sharon is getting ready to go back to Hawaii. But it's not like Stevie hasn't been trying-she has, really. But Mick isn't budging. 

Their life is unconventional, to say the least. Every Friday he still has his panties and she can't even mingle because it's too tempting for his clients. But she gets to watch from the banister as the girl's mill around and the clients come in and out of bathrooms with satisfied grins on their faces. She feels in a lot of ways that she's living in a whore house the way he treats the girls and pays them under the table but that's not what bothers her the most. 

Since living with Mick, she has discovered his side business. There's a room in their house dedicated to drug paraphernalia. And she only knows that because of her maids-Bridget and Charlemagne. One night she was curious when she saw Mick take a group of men into a room off of his office. She hung back like a good little wife and made like she was pouring them some tea but the following day when Mick went to work at the studio, she went into the room and looked around. She didn't necessarily know what a lot of it was, save for the pot that was littered around because she had done her fair share of that in college but the baggies of white powder and the vials of liquids and other things were intriguing. As she snuck back out of the room, Charlemagne had caught her, and Stevie being "Mistress Fleetwood" was able to pull out of her what exactly that room was used for and when Charlemagne said drugs Stevie's head about snapped off her neck at how fast it whipped it. 

***

Stevie was meeting the girls for lunch and when she got there, all be it a little late because her driver was slower than shit, she was greeted by unhappy faces. 

"What?" She questions.

"Stevie what the hell is going on. You're living there in the fucking lap of luxury and we're stuck here still wallowing. When are we going to open up our store? You have the money and you've had it for a fucking year now." Sharon spits. 

"My contract states that Mick has to pick out our location. I've been trying honestly I have but he's not budging in the slightest. I don't know what else to do." Stevie shakes her head.

"Ugh, you do it by yourself." Minnie spits.

"Minnie, if I do it by myself that directly breaks my contract and I can't do that because if I break the contract, that means we won't get shit and all of this will go to waste. I can't risk that." Stevie shakes her head.

"Have you even done a reading since you married Mick?" Robin asks out of the blue.

"Well, I...no, I haven't." Stevie concedes. 

"Do you even still want to do this with us, because you can back out right now." Sharon shakes her head.

"Of course I do...it's just life is complicated and Mick rarely gives me time to just relax. We're always doing something or having a party and I just haven't had the peace and quiet to do it." Stevie defends herself. 

"That shouldn't matter. You should make time for your spiritual guides." Sharon urges.

"I will just...not right now. I promise, tonight I'll work on Mick. I promise just give me until next month, if I can't find us a place by the end of January I'll walk away." Stevie shakes her head.

"Do you love Mick?" Robin asks after a moment.

"Honestly, I never see the man at home. But he's always there. If he's not throwing a party he's sleeping with some woman and I just live there, but despite being alone in that sense there's always people in and out of that house so it's not like I get any peace and quiet." Stevie sighs.

"I'm just worried about you Steves." Robin sighs after a moment.

"I know you're worried about me. But I'll be fine. I'll work on Mick tonight on a building. I promise." Stevie sighs.

***

Stevie dressed her sexiest and cooked her best meal and sent all of the maids home that night and once she had seduced Mick to the full extent and they shared a hot and heavy loveless sex session, she straddled his hips and laid her head on his chest and finally let it loose.

"You're off tomorrow can we please go look for some locations for my shop?" 

"No." He states.

"Why Mick?" Stevie sits up.

"Because I don't want you opening a business. It's a dog eat dog world out there and this Magic shit is going to fail. I'm not letting you open a business." He shakes his head.

"But that was the whole point of this marriage." She jumps off of him and throws her black silk bathrobe over her shoulders and starts pacing.

"Yeah, I know...I lied and baby you know what, now you're locked in. That's a binding contract. You can't get out of it. There wasn't an expiration date, you're stuck with my chicky." Mick hisses.

"You played me, you're a filthy bastard." Stevie shrieks running out of the room and slamming the door behind her. 

She paces the house for a while and drinks half a bottle of red wine to try and drown your sorrows before she makes her way into the extra room off of Mick's office. She debates on using one of the needles and vials but she can't get herself to stab herself with the syringe so she goes for the white powder. She had seen it at the parties and she had seen how the men had snorted it and cut it so she takes the little pills labeled cocaine and she grabs the razor blade and the silver tray that's in the middle of the room and she cuts it and snorts it and very quickly an overwhelming feeling of almost ecstasy washes over her and she decides she likes it so she takes a couple of the bags and then she makes herself comfortable in the guest room.